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sidrería. Which I wasn’t sure was a good thing. He was completely sober,
and that meant, tomorrow, he’d recall every single detail of the night. And
that wasn’t good. Not when every time he touched me, my body came openly
alive, and then I proceeded to melt to the floor. And definitely not when
every time he dipped his head to ask me if I was doing okay or if I was
having fun, my heart decided that my chest wasn’t roomy enough and
plunged itself to the pit of my stomach.
As for the rest? Well, I was mostly preoccupied with the way the loud
music was filling my ears and spreading all the way to my hips and feet as we
navigated the crowded and dark place.
Moving forward into the sea of bodies with the rest of the party in tow—
or not because chances were, we had lost them—I was unexpectedly shoved
back a couple of staggering steps. Aaron, who had been walking very close
behind, intercepted me. His arm came around my waist, and his palm landed
on my hip.
In one swift motion, he had me secured against him.
Just like I had experienced about a hundred twenty times that night, all
my nerve endings were instantly charged with electricity the moment my
back came into contact with his front. Every inch of my skin that was flushed
against him heated. Even through the thin fabric of my blouse and his buttondown.
His long and strong fingers squeezed my hip.
Turning my head to look up at his face, I didn’t care that my lips had
parted and that my eyes probably looked hazy and a little clouded. Just how I
felt. But then again, it wasn’t like I could conceal it. For whatever reason—
the alcohol in my system or Aaron’s closeness—I simply couldn’t hide it.
So, instead, for the first time, I let myself enjoy it. Let my whole focus be
on him. On all the points where our bodies touched and on the way he looked
down at me. I focused on Aaron and on the way he was holding me against
him as we blocked the way further inside the bar.
Keeping our gazes locked over my shoulder, I allowed my back to relax
into him. And something danced in the blue of his eyes. I thought he was
going to smile, but his mouth pressed in a serious line.
“You got me,” I said over the blaring music. “My savior. Always coming
to my rescue, Mr. Kent.”
A part of me knew that was mostly the alcohol talking. But Aaron didn’t
answer. His lips remained sealed as I watched his throat work. Someone